Apparently I live in a haunted house. Whodduthunkit.
(What's really haunted, however, is the fact that I'm awake before noon. I believe this calls for toast and tea.)
(I was also thinking, last night as I attempted to sleep on the couch, that our house produces many strange noises at nights, released from the depths. It can get very spooky. I think that is why I adore my house.)